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[spookyzw1fee]

Does anybody still watch omb??

Cause I wanna start posting imagines nd fics for spooky nd sad eyes🥹

[nocturnal-lex]

ok my goal is to create a masterlist this year but i need fictional men to foam at the mouth at. if Anyone has ideas please do not hesitate

[kaashallmighty]

You Think You’re Hard.

César Díaz x Male Reader

Set during/after the Chapter 4 halloween party

I guess you don’t have to have watched the show to read but it’d make a lot more sense cuz im dead not starting from the beginning🤞🏿

there was posed to be more to this but yeah y'all don’t know that🧍🏿. . . . first actual post so wassup? I take criticism so don’t think we gon tussle or sum

Egg driping from his shoulder, Cesar rapidly typed on his keyboard. He could hear his friends bickering in the background.

“Jamal, get a Lyft?” Ruby asked said male. Jamal looks up from the fake sling bag hanging loosely from his forearm.

“My dad said Lyft was only for emergencies…” he urgently replies.

“Seriously!? What exactly constitutes as an emergency?” Cesar pockets his phone after sending his last message and lifts his head to look at everyone in the group.

“Don’t get a Lyft. It’s handled.” Cesar turned on his heels, heading back to the Halloween party they left minutes prior. With newfound determination, he walks straight up to the phony santos white boy. Noticing people looking behind him the boy turns around to be faced with Cesar. He chuckles and holds his arms out to his sides.

“You want some more?” He questions Cesar with a grin displayed on his face. Cesar rocked on his feet giving the boy a glare from head to toe.

“Oooh, you think you’re hard. Okay.” Leaning his shoulders back and eyebrows up, he taunted the latino in front of him, still harboring a cocky attitude.

“Nah, I’m not.” Cesar states while shaking his head, never breaking eye contact with the offending party.

“But he is.” The engine of a black 1964 Chevy Impala Convertible can be heard pulling up behind Cesar. He finally he averts his eyes to look back at the car rolled up behind him. Stepping out from the car and slamming the door, you’re hardening glare immediately met with the paled face of the white boy. Cesar’s lips twitch upwards watching as you hastily step around the car, towards the imposter.

Coming face to face with the male, you watch as his eyes flicker from the cross tattoo peeking from under your tank top , to the teardrop sat just below your eye. The surrounding area is silent apart from the strained breathing of the boy. Noticing the eyeliner drawn tattoo you curtly scoff with an amused expression before returning to the mug. Lifting your thumb to your mouth, you wet it and harshly swipe away the marking on his cheek. Using your index and middle finger you rub at your own, once again looking directly into the male’s eyes.

“You playin dress-up but this shit’s real.” You step up closer, brows furrowed, watching the facade completely slip away.

“Please. What do you want?” The trembling form in front of you pleaded. You quickly glance back at Cesar before smirking down at the scared male.

“Got sum to drink?”

[beepbeepstop]

New Rider

Summary: When your date gets sick after one ride and decides to abandon you in an amusement park with no ride home. Sparks fly with a stranger. Pairing: Oscar x Black!Reader Warnings: swearing, vomit Visuals

I couldn’t stop laughing as i walked towards the exit of the roller coaster watching Jason stumble to the nearest trash can. 

“I didn’t know you could scream that high pitched” I jokingly mocked him.

“Shut up (y/n)” Jason said as he held onto the sides of the trash can trying to steady himself.

“It was funny and I could’ve sworn I heard you crying at one point” I continued to tease.

“You’re a fucking bi-”

Before Jason could finish his sentence all the contents of his stomach began to empty into the trash can. At this point I stopped laughing and walked closer to him attempting to comfort him, but he held up his hand abruptly to stop from coming closer. 

“Don’t step any fucking further” he said with a loss of breath.

“I just wanted to-” he cut me off

“I’m leaving and you can either come with me now or find your own way home”

“But we just got here why do you want to leave so early”

“I don't know (y/n)  maybe because i just fucking threw up” he says as he walks away.

“I know smartass i just watched you. There are other rides and they’re not as fast as this one” I say chasing after him.

“I don’t want to be here. I don’t even like roller coasters”

“Then why did you bring me here Jason”

“Because when I asked where you wanted to go you said here. Instead of like a restaurant or the movies like a normal person” he began to raise his voice

“You should’ve said something when I asked” i began to become defensive

“And seem like some bitch, no way”

“You would’ve looked like less of a bitch if you told me before hand. Instead of throwing up after riding the slowest fucking ride in the park”

“Fuck you (y/n) I should’ve never asked you out”

“Do me a favor Jason and lose my number, because I can’t be with a person who can't even handle the kid section of an amusement park” I stop walking behind him and turn around.

“Have fun getting home bitch”

“Thanks for the free ticket” I yell back at him.

This is the last time I let my cousin put me on with some guy she knew from work. “Oh he’s such a good guy” bullshit, but I’m not gonna let his scary ass ruin such a beautiful day like this. 

Before I could realize it I was walking towards my favorite water ride. The line was relatively short. I stood around for about three minutes before one of the workers started to shout that they were looking for a single rider. I quickly raised my hand and started to rush towards the front of line. The worker ushered me to one of the boats where a tall, buff, tan man was sitting. I sat down next to the stranger and let the worker push down the safety bar. As the ride started the boat roughly rocked down the path towards a dark tunnel. The boat lightly scraped against the edges of the tunnel and it became pitch black. We were coming up on my favorite part of the ride as we inched closer and closer to the edge of the drop

“Oh hell nah those mother fuckers lied to me” the man next to me said 

“i’m going to ki-” before he could finish his sentence the boat descended down the hill

All i could hear was the deep scream of the man next to me, and i couldn't hold back my laugh as the boat went around the sharp turns of the path. As the boat hit the conveyor to pull us up the next hill at a deathly slow rate. I felt a hand inch closer to mine. Our pinkies were slightly rubbing together as the anticipation of the drop built up the closer we got to the top. We had finally reached the top of the hill and the boat slid down the hill swiftly. I no longer felt the stranger’s pinky rubbing against mine. Instead I felt his large and rough hand wrap on top of mine, and he began his loud screaming again. It was an interesting sight to see when i turned my head to look at him as the ride came to its end. The more I looked at him the more I couldn’t hold back my laugh. This man was tatted from the face down and the thought of him screaming on a water roller coaster was extremely funny to me. I sat there soaked in water because of the drops laughing uncontrollably. I felt eyes on me and turned to meet the gaze of my seatmate. 

“What’s so funny” he asked 

“Nothing, I was just wondering if you were screaming that loud when you got your face tattoo”

“I actually screamed louder when i got my dick tatted” he said smirking

“Oh shit really, why would you get tattooed there”

“I mean if you wanna see it all you gotta do is ask nicely” he chuckled lightly

There was an awkward silence because the tension between us was so thick. All i could do was stare at him. This man was incredibly gorgeous with amazing bone structure. 

“I’m just joking I dont have a dick tattoo, but my face tat did hurt a lot probably because I was 12 when i first got it”

“Damn, I just got my first tattoo this year” i said showing him the small butterfly on my left wrist

The ride finally came to a stop and it was time to get off. 

“You know the scary part of the ride is over now you can let go of my hand”

“Who says i’m not still scared” he says picking our hands up off the safety bar and holding my hand a little tighter.

“Well if you wanna keep holding my hand I should at least know your name”

Before he could say anything one of the workers walk towards us and tells us to get off of the ride because we’re holding up the line. I struggled to get out the boat until I felt strong hands pick me up out of the boat and pull me close.

“My name is Oscar, whats yours moreanita”

“(y/n)”

[therkive7]

A Spooky Diaz fanfic ❤️‍🩹 on Wattpad

SETSUNA: A Rose In A Gun Barrel

Synopsis: Oscar "Spooky" Diaz was finally done with the life of a gang leader. With his new life away from Freeridge, he struggles to juggle a new love and the old demons that he thought were long gone.

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Deja Vu

Dice Games

Off The Clock

Next Time

[journalforamerica]

On My Block

On My Block is a coming-of-age story that works through the battles that come from living in the hood. Jamal, Monse, Reuben, and Cesar are a crew, best friends from before the show began. They’re each from different backgrounds, Monse having grown up without a mom, Jamal who has been living a lie to make his parents proud, Reuben (Ruby) who is too smart for his own good, and Cesar whose family is part of the local gang and in turn, force him into that lifestyle. This story relates to the screenings and readings by establishing a unique perspective with diversity at its core. 

From top to bottom: Ruby Martinez, Cesar Diaz, Jamal Turner, and Monse Finnie.

The characters throughout the show focus on their ability to be friends against hardships. The first season focuses on Cesar and his life inside the gang. The crew knows that this life isn't for Cesar and they do everything to help him. This type of life they live all relates to a cultural identity: a shared home, language, and even cultural barriers. Cesar, Jamal, Ruby, and Monse would do everything to protect one another, even if it meant danger for themselves. I think that speaks to their ability to adapt to their rough environment which can be attributed to the stereotypes that come with being Hispanic and Black.

Although this show focuses on four main characters, one character, Monse stands out among the rest. Monse identifies as multiracial: she’s Black, Latinx, and White. This weekly reading is about multiracial and mixed-persons. Being mixed in this country has many connotations and the article addresses how many students struggle with their cultural identity because they are multiracial. For example, in the NYTimes article written by Susan Saulny she writes, “..But, he continued, “I don’t even like to identify myself as a race anymore. My family has been pulling me in two directions about what I am. I just want to be a person.”.” (Saulny, 2011) It can be hard not knowing as well, Monse didn’t grow up knowing her mom or her heritage, but learning about that side also gave her a new perspective. She got to appreciate both sides, which is very similar to the reactions the students got when they realized they could celebrate themselves, not based on what they identify as, but just because they are there. UWM’s own Professor Gregory Jay once stated, ““Race,” then, can be socially constructed by marginalized groups as a vehicle for self-understanding, political resistance, and cultural affirmation.” (Jay, NA) Professor Jay means that groups like Monse’s can view race as a common ground rather than a diverging point.

GIF: Cesar (the one with the gun) was threatened (by the guy in the jacket) in a drive-by. The one in the jacket pulled a gun on him. Cesar's brother determined Cesar's best bet at living would be killing the other guy first. This isn't what Cesar wants. This scene depicts what I think can be seen in real life. I've never experienced it, but drive-bys and gang violence are real. They happen, and this scene shows what can occur if someone doesn't really want to participate but is at risk if they don't.

This next scene (shortened on YouTube), is an honorable mention for me. When it comes to racial identity or ethnic identity, this show doesn't explicitly touch on those topics. It's a given when the show features an entirely diverse main cast. However, this scene specifically plays into the intersectionality that was explored in this course. Socioeconomic status is always a topic that arises when dealing with racial disparity and identity. The Halloween scene is the first time the audience sees the characters outside the hood. They go to Brentwood, the preppy, rich neighborhood. The people in this neighborhood are almost entirely white and of a higher socioeconomic status than the main characters. As the scene will show, there's hostility between the poor and the rich kids based mainly on where they grew up and how they lived. I mentally noted this scene specifically as being one that screams importance regarding racial identity and status.

Citations:

Saulny, S. (2013, February 5). More young Americans identify as mixed race. The New York Times. https://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/30/us/30mixed.html

"Terms for Multicultural Studies: Defining "Race", "Ethnicity", and "Nationality" - Prof. Gregory Jay

[dark-twisted-and-mechanical-mind]

PAIN IS ALL I KNOW!!!!

[ogwriter22]

Sitcoms as anti-depressants

Like most people do, I watch tv shows because they are fun. Since I was 15, I started to watch tv shows (mainly sitcoms) for my comfort. The first ever tv show I watched was Friends and I loved the way they bonded at first and stayed together all through miserable/happy moments they had. My episodes from all of them were the Thanksgiving episodes from the first five seasons. Then, Modern Family came in and Community, Brooklyn 99, On my block and finally came to Golden Girls. I am currently watching the third season.

Even though, I have watched many good shows, I still feel empty and depressed. However, every time I watch an episode from Golden Girls, I feel like I am looking at the lives of four awesome ladies. My most favorite is Sophia, although I am a Rose in real life.

What about you? What’s the sitcom you watch as an anti-depressant?

- Oshini Gunasekara